We have entered a new stage in our house. The Farts Are Hilarious stage. I'm thrilled.
Alex has been farting so much lately that Travis very easily got me to sharply ask Alex what he's supposed to say when he toots...when in fact it was Travis's nasty ass. Blaming the dog is so yesterday.
I'm starting to think my sanity is dependant on them being separated. I can only handle one at a time. Or neither of them. Oh the bright glimmer of solitude! Don't tease!
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